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another day and a half for that and transport.” He leaned over and shone a light in first one of Raul’s eyes, then the other. “You’re very lucky.”
After taking a sip of the water Sean offered, Raul murmured, “Where was I hit?” He did vaguely remember getting shot, and from the various aches, it was in more than one place.
Ailean looked him in the eye and said, “Your right shoulder. You’re lucky it missed your collarbone and ended up being a through and through. Your right thigh and the one in your chest weren’t so clean, though. Some unlucky bastard, probably Manon, had to keep you on oxygen all the way to the hospital. One of the bullets shredded the muscle in your thigh. If you complete your mating, you might be able to skip out on physical therapy.” His lips pinched into a thin line as he continued. “It was your chest that almost killed you. I understand you were put on a ventilator for twelve hours before you were deemed stable enough to move.”
“Damn,” he hissed.
“What’s the last thing you remember, Raul?” Ailean asked gently.
After taking a slow breath, Raul whispered, “Charging into the building with Payson. There was gunfire. We got separated. A shitty desk. Pain.” Raul’s brows creased and his eyes slid closed for several seconds as he struggled to sort things out. One thing stood out in his mind above all else, and he turned to look at Sean. “You,” he murmured.
“Me?” Sean seemed taken aback. “But I wasn’t there.”
Raul scoffed, then grunted when it hurt. He shook his head. “I remember wanting to see you again.” He wiggled his fingers where they lay on the mattress, too tired to lift his hand. Sean seemed to get the idea and gently took his hand. “I’m glad I got my wish.”
“All right,” Ailean said, hooking up something to his IV. “Now that I’m able to pass on the good news that you’re awake and talking, you need to get more rest. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of visitors over the next few days, so you should sleep while you can.”
Raul didn’t think Ailean sounded too pleased by the prospect of lots of shifters in and out of his hospital. Too tired even to think up an effective jab, Raul asked, “How long am I stuck here?”
“Good grief, Raul,” Ailean muttered. “You’ve been shot three times and had two surgeries. Enjoy your down time.”
“How long?” he insisted, really wanting to know.
Ailean’s eyes narrowed and Raul could see him working his jaw. “I plan to keep you at least a week, maybe even two, so get used to the idea.”
Before Raul could ask anything else, Ailean turned on his heel and left. Raul could feel the medicine working, dulling not only the pain, but his senses as well. Pretty soon, he’d pass out. “You gonna stay?” he slurred.
Sean sat down in the chair next to the bed and nodded. “I’ll stay.”
Raul patted the bed beside him. “Here. That’s not comfortable.” He swallowed and frowned. What was he trying to ask again? His brain was so foggy.
“When you’re feeling better,” Sean said, pressing a butterfly kiss to his lips.
“Mmm,” Raul hummed. Oh, I like this man’s kisses. Why am I kissing a man again? He couldn’t remember. Then Raul couldn’t remember why he cared. “More.”
Sean chuckled softly, and wasn’t that a nice sound?
Then his lips were on Raul’s again. Even more nice. He’d complain another time. Right now, his eyes were sliding shut and warm tingles were spreading through his body. When Sean pulled away, Raul really did intend to reach up and pull him back, but the sandman had other ideas.
Raul was ready to slit someone’s throat. He wanted to leave the fucking hospital and there wasn’t anyone here who was going to force him to stay. The fact that he’d convinced—well, blackmailed really—Jared into helping him just proved his desperation.
He’d been there a week and that was enough.
Managing to convince Sean to spend time with Lily at
After taking a sip of the water Sean offered, Raul murmured, “Where was I hit?” He did vaguely remember getting shot, and from the various aches, it was in more than one place.
Ailean looked him in the eye and said, “Your right shoulder. You’re lucky it missed your collarbone and ended up being a through and through. Your right thigh and the one in your chest weren’t so clean, though. Some unlucky bastard, probably Manon, had to keep you on oxygen all the way to the hospital. One of the bullets shredded the muscle in your thigh. If you complete your mating, you might be able to skip out on physical therapy.” His lips pinched into a thin line as he continued. “It was your chest that almost killed you. I understand you were put on a ventilator for twelve hours before you were deemed stable enough to move.”
“Damn,” he hissed.
“What’s the last thing you remember, Raul?” Ailean asked gently.
After taking a slow breath, Raul whispered, “Charging into the building with Payson. There was gunfire. We got separated. A shitty desk. Pain.” Raul’s brows creased and his eyes slid closed for several seconds as he struggled to sort things out. One thing stood out in his mind above all else, and he turned to look at Sean. “You,” he murmured.
“Me?” Sean seemed taken aback. “But I wasn’t there.”
Raul scoffed, then grunted when it hurt. He shook his head. “I remember wanting to see you again.” He wiggled his fingers where they lay on the mattress, too tired to lift his hand. Sean seemed to get the idea and gently took his hand. “I’m glad I got my wish.”
“All right,” Ailean said, hooking up something to his IV. “Now that I’m able to pass on the good news that you’re awake and talking, you need to get more rest. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of visitors over the next few days, so you should sleep while you can.”
Raul didn’t think Ailean sounded too pleased by the prospect of lots of shifters in and out of his hospital. Too tired even to think up an effective jab, Raul asked, “How long am I stuck here?”
“Good grief, Raul,” Ailean muttered. “You’ve been shot three times and had two surgeries. Enjoy your down time.”
“How long?” he insisted, really wanting to know.
Ailean’s eyes narrowed and Raul could see him working his jaw. “I plan to keep you at least a week, maybe even two, so get used to the idea.”
Before Raul could ask anything else, Ailean turned on his heel and left. Raul could feel the medicine working, dulling not only the pain, but his senses as well. Pretty soon, he’d pass out. “You gonna stay?” he slurred.
Sean sat down in the chair next to the bed and nodded. “I’ll stay.”
Raul patted the bed beside him. “Here. That’s not comfortable.” He swallowed and frowned. What was he trying to ask again? His brain was so foggy.
“When you’re feeling better,” Sean said, pressing a butterfly kiss to his lips.
“Mmm,” Raul hummed. Oh, I like this man’s kisses. Why am I kissing a man again? He couldn’t remember. Then Raul couldn’t remember why he cared. “More.”
Sean chuckled softly, and wasn’t that a nice sound?
Then his lips were on Raul’s again. Even more nice. He’d complain another time. Right now, his eyes were sliding shut and warm tingles were spreading through his body. When Sean pulled away, Raul really did intend to reach up and pull him back, but the sandman had other ideas.
Raul was ready to slit someone’s throat. He wanted to leave the fucking hospital and there wasn’t anyone here who was going to force him to stay. The fact that he’d convinced—well, blackmailed really—Jared into helping him just proved his desperation.
He’d been there a week and that was enough.
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